5
I treaded upstairs to my apartment, praying the two lovebirds were gone. But my dark, mischievous spirits were determined to thwart my every move.
“We’re having chicken tonight!” Muffin growled.
“We had chicken last night. I want ribs!” Piñata growled back.
Dear Lord, they can’t even agree on dinner.
I brought my hand up to knock on the door and stopped. Why should I knock? This is my apartment!
Preparing myself for the worst, I opened the door.
“What are you doing here?” Muffin asked, snatching a raw chicken from Piñata who was attempting to stuff it in the garbage.
“I have to change for my date tonight,” I said.
“Oh, I didn’t think you were coming back. I gave your clothes to the homeless man down the road.”
My hands clenched in a tight, biting fist. I only had a few pieces o
